I have aged prematurely
since we last spoke; spent my time
scrawling lines on walls like
long-lost-dead sea prophecies
the way your memories
leave cloying remnants
in my cerebral cortex
but I will wake up the next morning
missing your presence between the sheets
less and less as acoustic chords
strum you out slowly like a
progressive change in my life
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